Maimuna’s Memoir: His Friend’s Father

ltine hesitated for a fraction of a minute, then sighed slowly, and I knew she still wanted to make another revelation. So, I asked her what the matter was as we watched the other girls gush over a purple Abaya on display through the glass windows of a shop. She began quietly, “Do you know after I refused to help Nasiru and his rich spoilt friend in keeping the money, Nasiru went ahead to the bureau de change and got dollars instead.” I frowned, it served them right. I have heard stories of his friend’s father. The man was a corrupt civil servant. That money was probably misappropriated funds. “So, you didn’t help him ba? That’s good. Who told you he went to bureau de change?” I asked. “Who else?” Altine responded. Kabiru, I thought to myself silently, I should have known. “Altine, you need to make a New Year Resolution regarding those two.” Altine sighed, “Honestly Maimuna I am tired.”